Samhain Greeting
Let it fall.
Let it fall away.
as we approach the black hole of mystery,
the black hole of death,
the yawning entrance to the womb
the final depths of Inana's journey.
There is nothing left to do
nothing one can do
but let go
of the last shreds of clothing we have hanging from our fingers,
lay our power necklace at the door,
drop our fears which were uncovered by the many faces we discarded before
smell the scent of earth, our senses embracing the air,
our lungs rising and falling easy.
Sense
and enter the void.
We go into the stasis,
the realm of the unseen.
For some of us it will be a quiet place
to contemplate,
let the sinews fall to rot
pull together when the pins of light return at the end.
For some it may be raucous,
things unforgotten freed from cages dance and rage
against deep cave walls.
For some it will be a mystery, unexplained,
unwravelled over the entire next year to come.
Some may find the creation forces,
strong pull from under the rocks, loud cry in resonance,
place it down what was seen or shaped or heard.
From now 'till Solstice
There is nothing to do.
Nothing left to do.
The veils are thin.
The time has come.
We enter the darkness.